The other day I was jogging and a guy down the road shouted from his yard. I’d met him a few times and thought he was okay, if a little crazy, or a little drunk. Anyway, I thought he said, “I was in the hospital for six bucks.”
That sounded interesting, so I stopped and said, “Pardon?”
He said, “I was in the hospital for six months, and here you are running up and down the road showing everyone how strong you are.”
He sounded either drunk or crazy.
I don’t think fast on my feet, so I just said, “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m trying to stay in shape.”
And I ran home, my lack of faith in humanity strengthened.